"Night, Doctor Smith." Amy waved, smiling to herself. Something good had come out of all this.
With the Doctor gone, she turned back to her space husband. "He's right. You get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." She assured him, squeezing his hand. He needed his rest. Amy couldn't guarantee that she'd be awake when he woke up, but she wasn't leaving his side. Angry nurses be damned.